Song | Let Us Go Laughing |
Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
Album | High Winds White Sky |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cockburn | |
My canoe lies on the water | |
Evening holds the bones of day | |
The sun like gold dust slips away | |
One by one antique stars | |
Herald the arrival of | |
Their pale protectress moon | |
Ragged branches vibrate | |
Strummed by winds from o'er the hill | |
Singing tales of ancient days | |
Far and silent lightning | |
Stirs the cauldron of the sky | |
I turn my bow towards the shore | |
As we grow out of stones | |
On and on and on | |
So we'll all go to bones | |
On and on for many a year | |
But let us go laughing -- O | |
Let us go | |
And may the holy hermit's staff | |
On and on and on | |
Guide you to the shortest path | |
On and on for many a year | |
And let us go laughing -- O | |
Let us go | |
Let us go laughing -- O | |
Let us go |
zuo ci : Cockburn | |
My canoe lies on the water | |
Evening holds the bones of day | |
The sun like gold dust slips away | |
One by one antique stars | |
Herald the arrival of | |
Their pale protectress moon | |
Ragged branches vibrate | |
Strummed by winds from o' er the hill | |
Singing tales of ancient days | |
Far and silent lightning | |
Stirs the cauldron of the sky | |
I turn my bow towards the shore | |
As we grow out of stones | |
On and on and on | |
So we' ll all go to bones | |
On and on for many a year | |
But let us go laughing O | |
Let us go | |
And may the holy hermit' s staff | |
On and on and on | |
Guide you to the shortest path | |
On and on for many a year | |
And let us go laughing O | |
Let us go | |
Let us go laughing O | |
Let us go |
zuò cí : Cockburn | |
My canoe lies on the water | |
Evening holds the bones of day | |
The sun like gold dust slips away | |
One by one antique stars | |
Herald the arrival of | |
Their pale protectress moon | |
Ragged branches vibrate | |
Strummed by winds from o' er the hill | |
Singing tales of ancient days | |
Far and silent lightning | |
Stirs the cauldron of the sky | |
I turn my bow towards the shore | |
As we grow out of stones | |
On and on and on | |
So we' ll all go to bones | |
On and on for many a year | |
But let us go laughing O | |
Let us go | |
And may the holy hermit' s staff | |
On and on and on | |
Guide you to the shortest path | |
On and on for many a year | |
And let us go laughing O | |
Let us go | |
Let us go laughing O | |
Let us go |